Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.